Why Are My Words Not Beautiful?

now posted!!

Hiii, just dropping by to say I read your Dron snippet and I'm soo looking forward to it, I feel like I already read all their good fics haha!

holy shit my dude this is so sweet 🥹🥹🥹

i can't describe to you the way i shrieked when i saw this, TYSMM for liking my writing AND for being my first ever ask!!!

the dron fic drought (bar dronarry, smut, or both bc ppl rlly like their pwp) is what inspired (read: held me hostage and forced) me to start writing fr 😔 bc i see so much potential for their characters other than their (admittedly very present) sexual chemistry. much philosophical discussions to be had when u're on opposite sides of the (wizarding) ideological spectrum (dw, draco comes fully around, he's actually a sweetheart deep deep deep deep down)

and also, Reveal Thyself anon, don't be shy!! let's be best friends!!! let's braid e/o's hair!!! i don't acc have any dron shipper friends atm, i've been needing to convert all my irl besties by force thru my nonstop infodumping lmao

i was planning on waiting til i've written more chaps to post on ao3, but if you'd prefer me to start releasing what i have rn, totally can do 👍✨

Keanu Reeves and River Phoenix (1991)

highkey yeah, there needs to be a Gimmick™

absolute bare minimum of 1 (unique, ideally) gimmick per fic is mandatory. multiple if you're being ambitious, state em in the summary and viola

unpopular opinion but fanfics where the plot is just 'these two shippable twinks fall in love in the same way as every other fic' just bore me

nyctophilia -- finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness. 

Sometimes I refuse to sleep, because at 3am is the calmest I ever feel. Not that my body isn’t dying of anxiety. But the world is silent. No one expects anything of you. No one in that moment can make you feel terrible. Only you can. And there’s a weird power in that. 

Don’t get attached to unpopular ships because you will run out of fic and die

keeping sirius alive in my fic just to make him a fucking wreck in the bg core✨

powering thru a filler chapter rn (for inspiral), so here are some small funny bits released from fic-jail bc they made me laugh as i wrote

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“how are you?” you ask.

how do i tell you that my heart aches every time i think of you?

how do i tell you that i cry myself to sleep every night, remembering you, knowing you’re not mine anymore?

how do i tell you that i’ve torn myself apart every day, trying to figure out what went wrong? trying to figure out what i did?

how do i tell you that i would walk blindly through hell and back to be by your side?

how do i tell you that even though you shattered my heart into a million and two pieces, i can’t stop loving you with every single broken one of them?

how do i tell you that you are the only person i’ve ever loved, and maybe the only person i will ever love?

i can’t- that’s the truth. i can’t tell you any of that.

so how am i?

“i’m fine,” i smile tightly. you don’t ask me to elaborate.

-i can’t tell you the truth. i never could. c.r.

released ch5 of inspiral from its cage 😌 at long last:

In which Ron is consulted on his opinions on aesthetics for some reason,,,,,,

comedic highlights in this post! this is the most sitcom-y chapter so far, and can honestly be read alone if you rlly like the trio + nev + patil twins and their chaotic friendship! also for chess players, hairstyling enjoyers, and lee jordan appreciators

Okay, I finally saw Hamlet performed live yesterday, and let me tell you some of the production choices were *chef's kiss*

King's ghost wore a crown, but upside down,

There was an open grave on the stage the entire play, that leads to to a trapdoor stage exit. Hamlet exited the stage by falling into it no less then 5 times

Everybody was dressed in modern clothes and Hamlet wore a jacket, but as my friends cleverly pointed out to me, he only wears it when he "performs" the role of the prince. When he's alone or with Horatio, he dons it off

Speaking of Horatio, he was kinda just there for a lot of the play? He lurked in backgrounds of a lot of scenes. (Or in foregrounds. In the beginning scene with Claudius and the queen he just sat on the chair at the front of the stage and ate lunch)

When Rosencrantz and Guildenstern arrived, Hamlet has only done the jacket half way, and shook their hands with his one arm that is in the jacket

When Rosencrantz told Hamlet the actors have came with them, Hamlet's demeanor changed from snarky to completely overjoyed and he kissed him on the mouth for a full minute

When the actors for the play in the play were supposed to arrive, 20th century fox music started playing

Hamlet forces Rosencrantz and Guildenstern to pinky swear

When Ophelia was returning Hamlet's letters, she also returned a vinyl that he gave her, that he later breaks into pieces in front of her

When Polonius talks about how he used to act, he demonstrates his 'acting skills' by re-playing his death as Caesar, immensely overplaying it. Contrastingly, his own death an act later is quick and lacking fanfare. He simply utters "He killed me" and falls to the ground dead, making it his probably shortest set of lines he had in the play.

During the meta-play, a wedding cake is brought onto the stage, that the actors in the meta play use as a prop. Once the cake was discarded aside, Claudius sneakily stole a bite from it.

Claudius spat on old king's grave after his attempt at prayer

In the scene in Gertrude's chambers, Hamlet arrived shirtless and he had letters written across his torso that spelled S Y N (meaning "son" in my language, but the middle y had a dot over it, allowing it to be read as "sin" in a sort of double-language wordplay)

Also, Ophelia switched languages when she was singing her last song

The stage got progressively messier and messier with each act (mostly by the dirt from the grave)

The first gravedigger put on one hell of a singing performance

Hamlet took Yorick's skull and put it on a chair at the from on the stage, watching the audience until the very end

And the choice that rendered me speechless, that is, turning the lights completely off after "There's only silence" and have that be the last words of the play.